ZARA:
The night was quiet in the way danger always was, soft, polite, pretending not to exist. The corridors of Blue ridge stretched before me, lined with half-lit torches and the faint hum of voices carried by stone. I was on my way to Beta Jordan’s office.
Xena hadn't come to see me yet and that was so unlike her, she usually likes disturbing and teasing me anytime she's free.
As I passed the west hall, two guards whispered near the stairwell.
“Put an omega in her place, see if she still looks so proud after that,” one said, and the other laughed — low and sharp.
I kept walking, but the words stayed with me like thorns beneath skin. My fingers tightened around the herbs in my satchel. There was something wrong in the air, maybe I was just overthinking things.
Then I saw him.
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